The hot magma under his feet scorched the unconscious Lang Quercus, his head bowed, and he breathed faintly like a dying man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is just the stumbling and struggling in his heart that makes him breathe hard.

"Hey, this won't work, how can this be the son of Lang Yunfan, the performance that the future water cold sword master should have, tsk......"

I don't know when the fake Lang Oak appeared, and I looked at the dying Lang Oak with some schadenfreude.

"You think you can protect the world with a good job? To tell you the truth, your little ability to deal with those ordinary people is okay, you are nothing in front of the real sect leader, this is just a small fire cult, it makes you so embarrassed, your ideal and your revenge, these are simply fantasy. ”

Fake Lang Li smiled and said, laughing very well, laughing very evilly, he may be the person who knows Lang Li best.

There was still a sea of fire in all directions, except for the heat wave and the sound of fake Lang Oak laughing. Lang Li lowered his head, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he had long lost his former spirit, like a dead man.

"Why have you been in a coma, or are you running away, don't you want to save your Ruyan, do you know what she is suffering now?"

As he spoke, the false oak in front of him turned into a smoke-like appearance, covered in wounds and blood.

"Brother Lang, save me... You're obviously here, why don't you save me, why do you keep your head down, are you running away? Help me... I hate you! ”

The voice was distant and ethereal, Lang Li seemed to have some consciousness when he heard the sound, and opened his eyes slightly, which were already a little scattered, and the blood line at the corner of his mouth hit the placket of his clothes.

"Such as... Smoke... Wait for me! ”

The voice was dry and weak, but this was all the strength of Lang Li.

Ha ha...

"It's the funniest thing I've ever heard, you can't protect yourself and save people? Who do you think you are, Sword Sect Master, Water Cold Sword Master? Shit, you're nothing, I'm ashamed that it's your demons. ”

Ruyan turned back into a fake Lang Oak, in fact, they are one, and they are all Lang Oak's demons. The fake Lang Oak smiled very evilly, very hideous, his eyes seemed to come from hell, and his long tongue cruelly licked the bright dagger in his hand, enjoying all this in front of him.

"Ah, I've been planning one thing all along, why don't you and I exchange with each other, you are my inner demon in this world, I will become Lang Oak in your world, I think over there, my achievements will definitely surpass you, what do you think, isn't it interesting?"

Ha ha......

"Tsk... I've forgotten that you're a dying man, and you can't hear what I'm saying, so take your heart out and we'll swap it, it must be interesting! Master, I'm going to do it, don't be too hurtful, haha..."

As he spoke, the fake Lang Oak held the sharp dagger and gestured at Lang Oak's chest, his eyes were extremely hideous, like an ethereal immortal ascending to the sky, enjoying it, cheering, and laughing unscrupulously in the endless sea of purgatory.

The dagger popped and plunged into the heart, and time seemed to stand still, forever stopping at this moment.

……

In early autumn, the Wushan trees have turned yellow, the unique smell of the forest is refreshing, the mountains are uplifted, the broken walls are ruined, and all the beauty collapses instantly.

Somehow, Qi Qinghan found himself standing on the Wanzhang Cliff of Wushan, with clouds and mist in the mountains, and there were shocks flying by from time to time.

Two young people appeared in front of him, they said they were young people, but they were much older than themselves, they were very familiar, and one of them was so similar to himself.

The two young people seemed to be friends for many years, and they talked happily among the mountains and rivers.

They were so close, but they couldn't hear anything, and they didn't seem to know they existed.

No, this is Wushan Wanzhang Cliff, I am obviously in the Fire Sect, how can I be in Wushan, we have just passed the purgatory mouth, how can I be in Wushan, am I dead?

Qi Qinghan kept questioning himself in his heart, but he couldn't find an answer.

At this moment, Qi Qinghan felt that he had been pushed by someone on his back, and he was defenseless for a while, and he stumbled and fell into the abyss.

The people on the cliff couldn't stop laughing, and the moment they fell into the abyss, Qi Qinghan realized that this was his father and Gu Zhengyuan back then.

In the sea of purgatory, one person laughed madly, his voice was hoarse, and his demeanor was a little crazy, but these were not enough to express the joy in his heart.

Lang Li, who was tied to a dead tree, had a dagger in his chest, and the pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made his body cold, especially his chest, as if it had been hollowed out.

The only remaining consciousness is also occupied by pain, but everyone's picture is so clearly in front of them, auntie, purple clothes, such as smoke, Qi Qinghan, Lu Zixiao, vivid pictures, real people, they are waving and smiling, beckoning, and saying goodbye.

"No, it's not what I want, I should be in the Hall of Eternal Life instead of this sea of fire, but why is it so real, like smoke, where are you."

Lang Oak's consciousness resisted strongly, even if it was real, it didn't exist, although he knew, Lang Oak still couldn't find a way out.

Lang Li closed his eyes tightly, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, and the coldness in his chest was not caused by the dagger, Shui Han Sword! It's the Water Cold Sword, the Water Cold Sword that my aunt gave me.

If the heart stops water, the cold fire does not invade. Somehow, Lang Li's mind always echoes these eight words, if the heart stops water, the cold fire does not invade.

Just when the false oak roared wildly, the whole sea of fire flew away, shaking violently, and the magma below was like boiling water, tumbling endlessly.

The body is no longer painful, the coolness of the water cold sword brings comfort to Lang Li's whole body, and the wild laughter of the fake Lang Li froze there.

"You are my inner demon, I don't blame you, everyone has inner demons, everyone has a ghost in their heart, since it is a ghost, just stay in a place where no one is, don't cross the line!"

Lang Li said coldly, his body had been liberated, the dead trees were gone, the heat wave was still there, and the dagger on his chest was gone.

"You... How are you safe and sound! The false oak couldn't believe his eyes.

"Of course I will be safe and sound, you are just a demon barrier in my heart, and if I overcome you, I will naturally be safe and sound."

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, the wooden sword pierced into the chest of the demon barrier, and the fake Lang Li stared at his eyes, unable to believe it, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

With a sword stab, the false Lang Oak disappeared into ashes, turned into an afterimage and disappeared, the sea of purgatory fire collapsed instantly, and everything returned to calm.

Lang Li, who opened his eyes again, was lying in a small space, the templates on both sides blocked him from seeing what was outside, only the gap above his head could see the scene outside, it was obviously an illusion, but why did his chest hurt so really.

got up and pushed away the wooden plank in front of him, and Lang Li saw clearly that he was lying in the coffin. There are two coffins on both sides, presumably Qi Qinghan and Lu Zixiao.

The joints of the bones all over my body hurt, and I didn't have the strength to even think about why I was in the coffin.

The coffin on the left side creaked and shook for a long time, the coffin lid opened, Qi Qinghan sat up in a daze, and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Lang Li sitting in the coffin not far from him looking at himself, looking a little terrifying.

"Lang... Lang Oak? ”

"Brother Qinghan!"

The two of them were relieved, "What about Zixiao?" ”

Lang Li mouthed the coffin Nunu on his right, and Qi Qinghan let out a long breath.

The two of them wasted a lot of strength to stand up, and uncovered the coffin on the right together, and Lu Zixiao was really lying inside like a dead man.

The wound on his waist had already been scarred, but the massive blood loss also made Lu Zixiao's face as pale as paper.

"Zixiao, Zixiao..."

Lang Li slapped Lu Zixiao's face and shouted, after a long time, Lu Zixiao opened his eyes slightly, at this time Lu Zixiao lost his former look, his eye sockets were deep, and his lips were chapped, like a terminally ill person.

Surprisingly, as if someone knew they were awake, they had already ordered someone to prepare a meal and put it in a corner of the house.

After drinking water in the Hall of Eternal Life, I inexplicably entered the illusion realm, and now there is another table of inexplicable dishes in front of me, which is really incomprehensible.

If the illusion of the Hall of Eternal Life is the third level, then now that the three of them are alive, it should be considered that they have passed the level, even if this is the case, then there should be no problem with this meal.

Lang Li and the others thought in their hearts, as if they had agreed, and carried Lu Zixiao to the table and ate wolf-spitting. I'm so hungry that I can't take care of it too much.

With food, the three of them also have strength, "Brother Lang, I seemed to have a dream just now, in the dream I was in Wushan, and I witnessed the scene of my father and Gu Zhengyuan in Wanzhang Cliff. ”

Lang Li smiled bitterly: "Me too, my dream is a sea of purgatory. ”

"Zixiao, what about you?" Lang Li turned his head and asked.

"Hehe... My dreams were so messy that I couldn't even remember them myself. ”

Lang Li smiled, and then said seriously: "I don't think it's a dream, it's the demonic barrier in our hearts, if we are not strong enough, maybe we have died in a dream, I think, this should be the test of the third level of the Hall of Eternal Life." ”

The three of them were talking, only to hear a faint sound outside, like an old piece of music, or a language they didn't understand.

The three of them listened intently, and then the door was pushed open, and several saint-like men came into the room.

"Several, it's good to rest, the Holy Lord has invited three." The saint who spoke was a female voice, and she was not very old when she heard it.

The three of them came to save the Holy Lord like smoke, and finally saw the mysterious Holy Lord after a lot of hard work, and the three of them did not hesitate, got up and followed the saints.

"What time is it?" Lang Li asked as he walked.

"It's just past noon." The saint replied lightly.

"I wonder what day it is?"

"It's noon on August 26."

Lang Li was silent when he heard this, and looked at Qi Qinghan, it turned out that it took three days to break through these three levels.

The cave here is much bigger and brighter than the cave at the pass, a little angry, and no longer cold.

Going around and around, walking for a long time, finally came to a wide underground palace, surrounded by brilliant lamps and wax, there are exotic women singing and dancing, the wizard wearing a ghost face holds a torch, opens his teeth and dances his claws, I don't know what he is doing, the bead chain in the cave covers the stone bed, a man and a woman sit on the stone bed, the bead chain is blocked, and they can't see their appearance clearly.

"Holy Lord, guests come to ......"