I don't see that the heroes of the ages have drawn their swords, and the iron flute has blown high and the dragon has chanted in the night;

I don't see thousands of years of rouge tears crimson, stabbing dragon blood thrush red.

"Ah Qi, do you think I'm going to die?"

The frail young man lay on the bed of the town's humble inn, the room was surrounded by antique decorations, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of mold from the humid weather, and Azule muttered weakly as he stared at the mottled roof.

A black-robed young man next to the bed was also extremely pale, anxiously and quickly took out the last sheepskin book from his bag, he heard Azule's murmur, Aqi shook his head in a panic, "No, no, Azule, you are the King of Immortality, you won't die!" ”

Azul's eyes lost the glint of pride, and the cacophony of voices in his head kept ringing, and he felt that it was too noisy, and he could hardly bear the great influx of sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious.

He heard the young man say about the Immortal King, and wanted to grin lightly, but was interrupted by a loud roar in his mind in the next second, and the sad anger in that roar made Azule empathize, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of tears.

"Ah, it's so sad, it's like I've experienced it myself, the feeling of being abandoned, the feeling of being abandoned by everyone, they are in my blood, and then passed on to me!"

The corners of Azule's mouth moved, letting the tears in his eyes slide down his cheeks, he sighed with emotion, the overwhelming sadness, the anger that wanted to burn everything, the majestic battle spirit like the overturning of mountains, their joys, sorrows, and sorrows all resonated with him one by one, and felt the same way.

"Azul, hold on a little longer, trust me, I'll find it in no time!"

Ah Qi looked at Azule, who was gradually weakening, the cold sweat on his forehead had wet the ends of his hair, and he yelled roughly, speeding up the speed of flipping through in his hand.

"Ah Qi, I don't want to die, I haven't married Baoyin yet, and I haven't done what I promised Teacher Abba!"

"You're not going to die!"

"Ah Qi, you said that the climbing chrysanthemum on Shuofeng Plain is open again, right?"

The light in Azule's eyes lit up briefly, as if he saw the sea of golden flowers that spread all the way to the sky, his eyes were full of remembrance, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"Ah Qi, I still want to sit in front of Grandma's tombstone again, I stayed too long last time, I knew that I would stay longer!"

"There will be a chance! There will be a chance! Trust me, you'll be fine! ”

Ah Qi looked at Ah Sul, who was weakening with every breath, listening to his friend's whispering, his heart was like a sharp blade slowly cutting, sweat continued to drip down his cheeks, and some even rolled into his eyes, Ah Qi rubbed it in a panic.

"Where? Where is it! Hurry, hurry! ”

Ah Qi muttered unconsciously, his expression was extremely focused, and his rolling eyes did not let go of every detail recorded in any classic text, he was looking for the answer he was looking for.

If any of the ancestors of the Shuofeng family can survive, then there must be a way to solve the problem of Azule's body, as long as there is a record, it will definitely be found.

Ah Qi's lips trembled, and the palm holding the sheepskin roll was quietly a little wet.

"The moonlight is long and often goes to the hometown, and how many ......people are embarrassed to send back"

Azul's eyes were dim, those images of the past flashed in his mind one by one in front of his eyes, time turned back, but the song in his memory suddenly sang in his heart, Azul seemed to see the gentle woman again, smiling and gently touching his forehead.

"Grandma!"

"Found it, found it, Azul!"

Ah Qi on the side clutched the ancient sheepskin in his hand and got up, his eyes showed great surprise, he roared loudly, expressing his depression, and slapped Azule's chained hand vigorously, with a relieved smile on his face.

"There is a record here, Azule, you see, the blood of the white wolf is Tianze, but at the beginning of the revelation there was an astonishing vision, mostly a murmur of human voices, resounding in the mind, and then angry and unconscious, after waking up, the body was tired and weak to the extreme, people are like withered grass in the wind, and there is a danger of falling!"

Ah Qi stared at the words written by Hongsha, and slid down quickly, but he didn't find a way to solve it, and for a while, if a thousand catties of boulders were hanging in the air, his standing body trembled.

"Method, method, where, where!"

Ah Qi yelled anxiously in his mouth, hurriedly flipped over the sheepskin in his hand, and finally looked overjoyed after seeing a sentence at the end of the document.

"With the blood of the newborn sheep and wolf, the star leaves of the sky, the neon grass, the copper sand and it, the thirteen acupoints of the human body are bloodletted, the blood is pale silver, and the medicine is applied to it, and then the gift of worshipping the heavens can be five points sure to relieve the pain of violent blood!"

"Only then can I be sure of five points, five points."

Ah Qi's expression froze, he sat down on the wooden chair, and muttered, but for a while he just looked at Azule blankly, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Let's give it a try, Ah Qi, life and death are fateful, if it fails, I don't blame you!"

Azul glanced sideways at his friend and smiled weakly, "Isn't it good that you can find a solution, isn't it?" ”

"How dare this, five points certain, if there is a case, how can I explain to the Maharaja, how can I go back to the ministry to see the teacher, so many people are waiting for you, I ......"

Ah Qi shook his head in a panic, his tone was already a little sad, and his originally erect back was bent a little unconsciously.

"Azul, you wait, I'll go and find the literature again, and I'll definitely find a perfect solution!"

"This is the last volume of documents that record the Heavenly Warriors, isn't it, Ah Qi, we all know that there is no other way!"

Azule waved his hand absently, struggled to get up, looked at his friend who was caught in the battle between heaven and man, and explained softly.

"No, there must be ......"

"Aqi Wusa, in the name of the prince of Shuofeng, I order you to prepare a sacrifice to the heavens!"

Azule interrupted Ah Qi's words forcefully, his eyes re-revealed a long-lost pride, and that supreme gaze forced Ah Qi to lower his head, and Ah Qi gave in.

"Ah Qi, believe in yourself, believe in fate, he shouldn't let me fall here!"

Seeing his friend's choice, Azul smiled, and lay down again, his body heaving violently, he had exhausted all his strength by struggling to get up, he felt weaker than ever, and his eyelids were extremely heavy, as if he would fall into eternal darkness in the next moment.

"The eyes of the Pantar Heavenly God are looking at me, I am his messenger walking in the world, the ancestors of the Shuofeng family are looking at me, I will not fall here!"

Azul's lips moved slightly, but the conviction between his words was unwavering.