Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, felt it for a moment, and then made a judgment.

In Feng Yunsheng's eyes, the blue-black magic flashed: "It seems that this is not a completely closed exotic space. ”

Yan Zhao Ge bowed: "Emperor Tongming strayed into this place for the first time, was trapped for hundreds of years, and then opened the portal and left again, after that, the spatial boundary here has changed, but it has a bit of a meaning of extending in all directions." ”

"Coming in from a different place, you may settle in a different place in this exotic space. ”

As they spoke, the two walked forward.

In the world in front of you, water curtains are intertwined, making it seem like a labyrinth.

Touching or attempting to walk through the water curtain may result in a way that leaves this exotic space and is teleported somewhere else.

A moment later, Yan Zhao Ge and the others walked around the corner between the two water curtains, turned their heads to look, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

There, there is a tall and straight Canghua Divine Tree!

Although it is far less tall than the divine tree incarnated by the relics of Shao Junhuang on the Mu Yao Sui Star, it is also a towering giant tree.

Looking at the tall spirit tree that was flashing with a faint and blue luster, Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng both sighed.

So far, there is no fluke to speak of, and the Emperor Hu Yuexin of Tongming fell here.

One of the characteristics of their lineage inheritance is that if the strong person who has become an immortal sits down and falls, the relics will turn into a canghua tree.

The tall sacred tree, which coincides with the erection of a water curtain, is generally immersed in the water curtain.

Its whole, as if standing in two times and space, has not been torn apart, mysterious and mysterious.

However, it can be seen that the current situation is in a weak equilibrium, and if the balance is broken and the space is misplaced, the tall sacred tree may be split in half vertically.

Yan Zhao Ge and the others came to the tree, feeling the breath of life, and the branches and leaves on the trunk of the tree were automatically windless and swaying gently.

"Huh?" Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, stretched out his finger, and tapped the tree trunk: "Where it is rude, don't blame the Emperor Tongming." ”

With his contact, a sudden burst of light erupted from the trunk of the tree.

Between the interplay of light and shadow, a portrait gradually appeared in the void.

When the image is stable and clear, a woman's figure is revealed.

The woman, who looked to be about thirty years old, was sitting cross-legged in a white dress.

His appearance is good, but he is not stunning, not as good as Mu Yao's star Shao Junhuang or Yan Zhaoge's mother Xue Chuqing.

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng are no strangers to her, they have already seen their light and shadow images, and they know that this woman in a white dress is Shao Junhuang's disciple, the "grandmother-in-law" in Xue Chuqing's mouth.

Emperor Tongming, Hu Yuexin.

It's just that Hu Yuexin in the light and shadow images seen by Yan Zhaoge and the others is not beautiful, but she has a noble temperament and has her own unique charm, which is better than countless women in the world.

And at this moment, in the image of the glorious reflection on the canghua tree, Hu Yuexin's face is gloomy, and his complexion is extremely pale.

Years have passed, but through this light and shadow image, Yan Zhaoge and both of them seem to feel her weakness.

This seems to be the last of her life.

Seriously injured and difficult to heal, although through the tributaries of the Tianhe River to throw off the pursuers and hide here, but also have no skills to return to the sky, and are on the verge of dying.

Hu Yuexin, who was meditating cross-legged, let out a long breath.

The breath was not colorless, but a mixture of gray and blood-red.

As soon as this breath poured, her originally bloodless cheeks became a little more rosy.

Unfortunately, that is not a sign that the injury has been relieved.

On the contrary, it is the last return to the brilliance of human life.

Hu Yuexin in the picture, his eyes are blank, his expression is gloomy, his tense body is gradually relaxed, and his straight spine is gradually falling.

Her eyes moved, as if they had regained focus, but they gradually became misty and covered in tears.

"Click, click......"

Tears trickled down her eyes, and her eyes were full of panic and weakness.

Hu Yuexin at this moment, the contrast with everyone's past impression of her is really huge.

"I ...... I don't want to die...... Don't die...... Don't......"

In the void, weak sobs rang out, filled with the fear of death and the thirst for survival.

Later, the voices from the light and shadow pictures gradually increased with regret and depression.

regret that his life passed away like this, regret that he gave his life for a fragment of Tianyuan Stone, and regret that he was obsessed with such an ethereal thing as the revival of the Daomen Sect in the past.

Later, remorse turned into resentment.

Resentful that he had paid a lot, but he was expelled by his fellow Daoists in the upper realm, lonely, chased and killed, and died alone in such a place, and no one even knew!

Reluctance to resent one's own stupidity, for the sake of an illusory ideal, to waste one's own years, to exhaust one's life experience, how worthless, how unwise!

Resent the master who deceived herself into embarking on this path, Shao Junhuang! Not to mention the extreme stupidity that ruined her own life, it also ruined her Hu Yuexin's life!

Endless remorse, regret why I would lose my life and my life for the sake of others.

Curse, curse......

Unthinkable vicious words and phrases came out of Hu Yuexin's mouth, and were imposed on Shao Junhuang, the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, Gao Han, Ling Qing, and even Yin Tianxia, who were originally like-minded people, and on everyone.

The swearing went from high-pitched to low, and finally to sobbing again, crying bitterly.

Everything that comes out of it actually stems from the fear of death and the regret of one's life.

The cry grew weaker and weaker, and the white figure grew weaker and weaker, and gradually fell to the ground, all but despair......

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng looked at all this expressionlessly.

"It is said that only before a person dies can he see the truest things in his heart and know what kind of person he is. ”

Yan Zhaoge's voice echoed in the space: "I agree with this point of view. ”

"In particular, when you know that you will die, you can't die quickly, you can only wait helplessly and slowly for death to come, that is the most painful moment. Yan Zhaoge was expressionless, crossed the tree trunk, and came to the water curtain: "Although the situation is unbearable, although it is inevitable that there will be some surprises and some disappointments, if the Emperor Tongming has thoughts of chagrin and regret before his death, it is not completely incomprehensible. ”

"But ......"

Yan Zhaoge raised his palm and pressed it on the water curtain, and the water curtain suddenly shook.

The scene projected on the canghua tree was suddenly interrupted.

"What I want to see is the true vision of the Emperor on his deathbed, not something that some bastard made up. ”

Yan Zhaoge coldly stared at the water curtain depression, turning into a space-time hole.

On the other side of time and space, a figure appeared and said lazily: "Ah, do you see it?"

It was Chen Qianhua.