At the bottom of the blood lake, the barren sky was still lying motionless at the bottom of the lake, as if dead.

Wild Sky occasionally burst out of cyan flames all over his body, and Wild Sky saw this moment in his eyes. Huang Yu knew that this was to extinguish the last trace of fire on his soul, and to remove the flame from his body cleanly. This is an adventure, because splitting and discarding the already broken soul is absolutely self-defeating to outsiders! But if it is for the desolate sky with the help of the desolate, it is only a sacrifice, a sacrifice to make oneself nirvana.

When Wasteland was about to swing that punch, the last trace of cyan flame on the body at the bottom of the blood lake exploded in the blood water, which was to announce that Wasteland could not obtain the power that once belonged to him in this life - the flame could only exist in that intimate memory.

Aratian's body gradually dimmed, and if you look closely, you will see that small cracks appear on Aratian's body, extending and spreading on every inch of his body. Within a few breaths, Barren Tian's whole body was full of cracks, like a random collection of vases, shattering at the touch of a button. However, even in such a state, Huangtian is subconsciously absorbing blood water.

But the true body of the desolate sky has reached a critical point, and finally shattered at the bottom of the blood lake because the body can't bear the pressure!

Wasteland watched all this silently, the phantom of his face appeared in the sky of the reincarnation space, staring at everything expressionlessly, obviously everything was in his expectation, although the phantom in the sky was not a real person, but his eyes could never be looked at, his eyes were telling him about the transformation of the wilderness.

Fragments of the True Body floated in the Blood Lake, and the blood of the Desolate Sky also flowed into the Blood Lake to become a part of it. Whatever they swam within a certain range, there seemed to be some force pulling them away from being drowned in the blood lake and losing their direction. Wrapped in invisible force, the clumps of fragments gradually gathered into the range of a ball, which rolled casually.

I don't know how long this state lasted, and there seems to be no clear standard of time here, and it may be a year, two years, ten years, a hundred years of vicissitudes, or a few breaths or just a moment. The fragments were gathered smaller and smaller by the invisible force, and a crimson glow fainted from the very center of the fragments for a moment.

The crimson glow is sometimes vivid, but at last it suddenly turns into an eerie and enchanting dark red. Hidden or visible, as if a person has just opened his sleepy eyes.

"Yo, has it recovered? The Supreme Bloodline is going to be restless, haha!" Huang Yu looked at this scene with interest, silently pondering.

Suddenly, the red glow no longer wandered between the faint shadows. The light grew brighter and brighter, and between the crimson and dark black transformations, the fragments of Desolate Sky's body were spinning rapidly, and the bottom of the blood lake was constantly tumbling more and more violently. When the two colors of light merged, the strange dark red resurfaced, and then the blood water in all directions was absorbed by the body casually again, the difference was that this time it was like a whale swallowing greedily absorbing the lake water, only to see the water level of the lake falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was a bottomless pit at the bottom of the lake infinitely accepting them.

in the spiritual world

The world seemed to be back to normal, everything was like the outside world, there was no strange gravity, no strange towers, as if those things had never been there all along.

Mingyuan Kingdom is a big country, and it is considered a giant among the surrounding vassal states. The domestic royal family spends a lot of money, and the rich businessmen also spend a lot of money, and this place seems to be a paradise on earth. But this is all the surface of hypocrisy, in these people arrogant and lascivious lua

Below, there are indeed refugees and poor peasants all over the country. Those impoverished and famine places have become the most ironic portrayal of the night and night songs of the imperial city, and the long nights are like light.

It's a peaceful little village. At the head of the village, a scholar tirelessly chattered the scrolls in his hand, and in this beautiful morning, one person, one book, one village, under the rising sun, it was very pleasant.

For people like the countryside who do not have a prominent background, there is no way out, and most of them can only farm for generations and barely make a living. The scholar was the only scholar in the village, and most of the people in the village were not optimistic about him, thinking that he was just looking for a reason to be lazy because he didn't want to farm.

Behind the scenes, the villagers felt sorry for his parents, who were old but still farming in the fields. Some people couldn't stand it and persuaded him to stop studying and help his parents. But he said that reading can rule the world. It can cure the labor of the poor, the current situation that the poor have no way out, and the injustice in the hearts of the people of the world. As a result, the people said that it was worth walking away.

At this time, a woman stepped on Qinglian and quietly approached the man's back, looking at the posture to scare him, seeing that her hand was about to slap the scholar's shoulder.

Without warning, the scholar reached out his right hand and grabbed the small hand that was about to fall on his shoulder, "Bing'er, I already knew you were coming, you can't scare me, hehe!"

This woman is the daughter of Han Laohan's family, a farmer next door-Han Bing'er, Han Laohan has always been proud of his daughter's beauty and good needlework, and feels that his daughter must find a rich child, and it is best to be an official to marry.

Unexpectedly, his daughter fell in love with this poor scholar who had been with him since childhood. He also knew that this scholar was indeed studying hard, but the wall fell down and everyone pushed it, and under the gossip in the village, he fell in love with this poor scholar for his daughter, and he looked like he would not marry, and he could only sigh, hoping that the poor scholar could be in the middle of the rank.

The woman was obviously a little surprised, "Brother Tian, how do you know that I am behind?" ”

"Haha, do you want to know?" the scholar put down the scroll in his hand and turned to face the woman, his heart full of joy.

"Of course, of course. The woman replied like a happy bird.

The scholar pulled the woman with his hand and staggered, took advantage of the situation with his other hand to ask, hugged the woman and sent it to his arms, and said to the woman in his arms with a smile, "Because, I like you, your taste, your shape, your smile, your heart, are all in my heart, and it has always been." ”

The woman's face flushed, and she pretended to be angry and said to the man, "Flamboyant, I don't believe what you say." ”

"Well, Bing'er. You're so beautiful!" said the scholar and stroked the woman's sideburns, "I promise you that I will come back and marry you as soon as I am in high school!"

"I hate it, who will marry you!" the woman broke free from the scholar's arms and fled shyly.

The scholar kept looking at the woman's figure sweetly, and then smiled, and spread out his hand was a paper ball, which was stuffed into his hand in the woman's arms when he was leaving.

Crumpling the paper ball, the scholar smiled sweetly. I put the note in the middle of the page, but a gust of wind blew the page and blew the note away.

The note swirled higher and higher in the air, flying in the air, and there were three small words written on the note - I am waiting for you.