In mid-air, I saw a decidedly cyan figure, like a butterfly flying in the wind, swaying and throwing itself into the harsh black hurricane.

In an instant, he disappeared, and he could no longer see half a point.

Just when everyone thought that the insignificance was more than auspicious, all of a sudden, black mixed with cyan light was glued, and the momentum of the hurricane gradually weakened.

But seeing the countless brilliance of the water-covered silk, it stirred in the darkness with great difficulty, trying to counteract its power.

It's just that the momentum was too violent, and it only reduced the power of the hurricane by three points, and he felt that he was obviously unable to support it.

And in this hurricane, there are countless strange black dust, which are wrapped around her body, bringing an inexplicable dark bewitchment.

Suddenly, Qian Miao felt dizzy, and in the fog, it seemed that she could hear who was singing in a low voice, a very negative and low voice, which made her heart suddenly have some thoughts of wanting to go home.

I always feel lonely.

Slowly, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he finally fell asleep completely.

The light of the water-covered silk also dimmed, and it carefully surrounded her with only the little will left by its master, so that the darkness could not swallow her up for a moment.

The village chief saw his straw hat being swept into the hurricane. There, like a bottomless hole, with a daunting fear.

He couldn't see it, he frowned, and an unprecedented worry surged in his heart.

On Mangshan Mountain, the cold air of the Ice Miao Sword suddenly flourished, and even the surrounding plane trees were hung with a thin layer of ice skewers.

Mo Yi froze for a moment, and sank down to investigate.

All spells can be used, and the strange barrier seems to have been completely removed.

It should have been a happy thing, but he paused.

If it weren't for himself, someone else would have lifted the barrier.

But, in this floating mirror world, who else would do this?

He recalled that he had been going out early and returning late recently, and he wanted to stop talking, and there was a pain in his heart.

"It's something you want, and you give it up with a few words. It's like you rejected me, and I see very clearly what the ending is, so I should give up?"

He remembered what she said, and the persistent look at that time.

Actually, there is never a moment that can be forgotten... There's never a day not to think about...

The guilt in my heart suddenly accumulated, and I suddenly felt that this was a question that I would never be able to answer.

Just thinking of this, I saw that in the sky above the direction of the end of the village, a huge black whirlpool was coiled, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, in the shape of a hat.

Faintly, you can see a faint cyan luster.

Suddenly remembering that under the shadow of the sun, she lowered her head slightly, smiling bitterly, but with such a gloomy look, she desperately wanted to squeeze out a smile for him.

The blood in his heart was churning, and he couldn't hold back his impulses and panic, Mo Yi's eyes were sharp, he was on tiptoe, holding the Ice Sword, and quickly soared into the clouds and went straight over.

When they came to the top of the river, they saw no water, and the center of the storm was dark, and there was nothing to be seen.

He drew his Tilting Sword, and the pale blue light cleaved through the chaotic darkness around him, revealing his clear face.

The villagers below forgot to tremble and looked up at him.

Such a person, stepping on the nine heavens and piercing the sky with a sword, is the only light as far as their eyes can see.

Although they never understood what God was, they were now religious.

As long as this person appears, no matter how scorching the situation, he will save them.

Mo Yi took a slight look at the surrounding scene, then gritted his teeth and rushed straight into the center of the storm.

Inside, there was more and more black dust, and he couldn't rely on his eyesight to find the infall.

And these things are really strange, even if he protects his body with immortal barriers, they all penetrate and surround him to death.

Then he felt a lot of sad, negative emotions.

Those things that did not belong to him penetrated through his body, and even his own heart ached and saddened.

Mo Yi was a little confused, thinking about it, and he didn't understand what he had been living so reluctantly. At first, he was tired of it.

It's indefinite, and it's better to break it like this.

Why resist?

Why... What the hell is it for...?

"Don't cry... Live well..."In his mind, this cry that had become habitual thinking pulled him back.

Yes, how could his life, which he had worked so hard to save, be ruined here?

He forced his eyes open, and tried to expel distracting thoughts in his heart. He understands that these black dusts can dig out people's dark emotions, expand them, and indulge people in them until their thoughts collapse.

Suddenly, there was a stir in his heart, and he felt that these negative emotions were somewhat familiar, like people he knew, but there was no time for him to discern them in detail.

He closed his eyes again, and focused all his mind on the search for the Fallen Shadow.

'Ding~Ding~' The sound of a copper bell can be faintly heard in the noisy wind.

Like a Brahma in hell, peerless and independent.

He followed the voice, and in the darkness, he finally groped for her.

Fortunately, the water-covered silk protected her until the end. Although it was a little weak, it did not hurt her life.

Mo Yi held her in his arms with one hand and swung the Ice Misty Sword with the other, so that he didn't have to worry about hurting her, and he could exert his strength to the extreme.

The sword in his hand flew like snow, and the black dust was frozen and poured to the ground.

Reverse the blade and swing it against the trajectory of the hurricane.

The huge pressure spread from the middle, and the villagers on the ground hid their faces and could not look directly.

In less than a minute, the hurricane was resolved, and Mo Yi lowered the clouds with his arms in his arms.

He half-sat on the ground and hugged her, and when he looked closely, he didn't see much injury, but kept his brow on his brow, and there was no sign of waking up.

All the people stood not far away and watched quietly, not daring to make the next move.

Only the village chief, his gaze was a little calm. He had long expected that Mo Yi and Tilt were not extraordinary, but now he was only a little surprised, he never thought that their difference could reach such a point!

He walked over slowly and asked, "Is Miss Tilt okay?"

Mo Yi's face was a little anxious, and his tone was a little faster: "She is calm and peaceful, and it stands to reason that she shouldn't be asleep, and I really don't know why." If I could, I'd like to find a quiet and clean place right away and check on her closely. ”

"Then go to my house! it's the closest to here!" the village chief pointed to his left hand, pointing not far behind him.

Mo Yi nodded and hugged the village chief's house.

The village chief ordered the family to light dozens of candles, and the room immediately lit up as day.

The other villagers had gathered at the door, and although there were many people, none of them spoke loudly, not even lightly.

Mo Yi tried to lose some cultivation to give him some gains, but there was no reaction at all.

He didn't know why, so he began to investigate the details: "Did you always know her purpose?"

The village chief looked at the Miao anxiously and sighed deeply: "I know what she wants to do, but I don't know the reason for this. only understands that this is a very important thing, and she will be so day and night, regardless of her body. You know, even if she is the most capable person in the village, she may not be as willing to endure hardships as she is. ”

Mo Yi kept shaking his head: "Why didn't she come to me to discuss at this critical moment!"

The village chief was also stunned, and suddenly remembered what he had said to him, so he replied: "Perhaps, she just wants to be a 'wicked person' herself." ”

"What does this mean?" Mo Yi frowned.

The girl said that if the river is drained here, I am afraid that it will be detrimental to the village. I think she doesn't want to implicate you. The village chief replied slowly.

Mo Yi closed her eyes slightly, remembering the rebuke she had given her that day.

I thought she would understand that he was different from hers, and give up the idea of liking.

But she didn't expect that she was willing to hurt herself, difficult for herself, even if everyone misunderstood herself, she had to do it on her own.

And these, she thought, were acts of resentment against him...

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

That thin body lay there quietly, his brows furrowed slightly, his body trembled slightly, and he looked very painful, and even his heart ached.

And the more anxious she is, the more she can't figure out the clue to save her.

"Mo Gongzi, I think that the appearance of the girl is like a nightmare. The village chief saw that he had been silent, so he tried to express his opinion.

"Nightmare," he muttered.

The village chief nodded, and continued: "In the past, there were people in the village who did the same. The medicine stone has no spirit, but there is no sign to be found. At that time, the people of the village tried to beat gongs and drums, and shouted his name in the village. After half an hour, it's all right! Shall we try it too?"

Mo Yi replied with a wry smile: "She is not from here in the first place, and if she is really a soul wandering, there is no reason to stay here." However, those words from you just gave me some inspiration, and I probably know what to do. I'm just sorry to keep you and your family at the door, and if you don't see me coming out by myself, please don't come in and disturb me. ”

"Okay. I'm going to tell you. Mo Gongzi, you just have to rest assured to help the girl. When the words fell, the village chief withdrew.

The door was covered, and there were only the two of them left in a quiet place.

Mo Yi gently picked up her hand, put it between her hands, lowered her body close to her ear, and said very softly: "Miao, don't be afraid, the nightmare is almost over." ”

This was the first time he had called her by her nickname, and at this time, he and she had not seen the gentle and warm expression on his face.

He closed his eyes completely, fused his consciousness into her nightmare, and thought to himself, if you can't get out on your own, I'll protect you.

Heaven and earth will protect you!

The sudden change of wind and clouds, and then the stillness, seems to be just the work of a cup of tea.

On Mangshan, Zhilang, sitting alone in the courtyard, suddenly felt a heavy emotion lingering.

He stood up and looked out at the sky.

There was a blue ball of light floating in the sky, and it was galloping rapidly towards the courtyard.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and the ball of light descended, stopping in his palm.

The solemn wind stirred his forehead, and the brilliance flowed, and the light group became smaller and smaller.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a huge tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Tears rolled down the dark robe, deepening the plum blossom dark lines.

He clenched his palms and sighed deeply: "After all, it's a memory that I can't escape..."