He Yingwu was shocked by the force, pretending to be in pain and amnesia, and knocked his forehead hard: "What did you say......?" Xuantian calendar?"

Song Liancheng sighed lightly, and shook his head with emotion: "Yes! Three years ago, at the Immortal Ascension Conference, Xuantian Sect slaughtered the Daode Sect, and since then, the Xuantian Calendar has replaced the Daode Calendar, and that year is the first year of Xuantian......"

Airplanes~~~

The world suddenly became illusory, everything seemed to be far away, He Yingwu only saw Song Liancheng's mouth open and close, but he couldn't hear what people were saying.

His mind was blank, as empty as an extraterritorial void, and it seemed like it was stuffed into the whole world in an instant, and it was about to explode the next moment!

Three years ago...... Ascension Conference ...... Slaughter the Daode Sect......

Ascension Conference ...... Slaughter the Daode Sect......

Slaughter the Daode Sect......

Slaughter the Daode Sect......

......

The world began to tilt, He Yingwu was about to fall down in a daze, but he hit the boulder on the side of the road with a bang, and he leaned against the boulder tightly in the whirlwind, and used all his strength to not fall.

Maybe it's just a moment, or maybe it's been a long time......

He finally felt that the world seemed to be back, everything gradually became clear, Song Liancheng's face was full of anxiety, he was shaking him hard, and kept shouting: "Sect Master! Sect Master! Sect Master......

The palm stinged, and He Yingwu realized that his fingernails were deeply pierced into the flesh, and blood was dripping.

Fortunately, his heart was agitated, his vitality was chaotic, and the demon poison golden pill was subconsciously stimulated with all his strength, and the demon fog was rolling, and he couldn't see his face at all.

"Oh!" he hurriedly pushed Song Liancheng away, staggered slightly and stood firm on the boulder, smiling helplessly, "Alas...... It's an old problem. ”

"Sect Master...... Take care of yourself!" Song Liancheng sighed slightly.

In the dry laughter, He Yingwu stabilized his body and suppressed his heart beating too fast with his vitality, so that he could look as normal as possible.

He rubbed his temples: "I ...... Am I forgetting more and more things?"

"Nope. Song Liancheng shook his head, but he was obviously a little insincere, "The situation of the sect master should be getting better and better." ”

"Hahahaha...... He Yingwu smiled arrogantly and lonely, "...... You old liar!"

Song Liancheng was stunned: "Sect Master?"

It seems that he should have never seen Wei Rongcuo who talks and acts like this.

He Yingwu slowly restrained his smile and sighed lightly: "In the past two days, I have felt something in my heart and made a slight breakthrough. If I succeed, I will be able to completely solve my trouble, and if I fail, ......"

He stopped as he spoke, lowered his head and coughed dryly: "Then I also want to live a different life, experience a different life, and treat you with a different attitude in the last days of my life......"

"Sect Master!"

"Before, I was irritable, arrogant, conceited, and didn't listen to people...... I also want to thank Elder Song, who has always been by my side, helping me and helping me! I also want to thank Elder Song, knowing that my demonic body has almost no antidote, and you can still go down the mountain with me, the so-called ...... Founding a sect. ”

These words are really indescribable reluctance and inexhaustible gloom.

"Sect Master!" Song Liancheng fell to his knees with a thud, trembling slightly, "Liancheng swears to follow the sect master to the death, and there are no regrets in this life!"

He Yingwu smiled helplessly.

It seems that Wei Rongcuo may have been a charismatic sect master before he was demonized, otherwise he would not have been able to make people follow him with all his heart.

It's a pity, it's a pity, I'm losing my mind, and I want to eat him......

However, the biggest effect of these few short sentences is that He Yingwu clarified his own point of view: "Maybe it's the last days, so I want to experience a different life." ”

The so-called dying of people, their words are also good, so their behavior may also be different?

His personality may also change drastically?

In any case, He Yingwu will definitely not be able to play Wei Rongcuo, who he doesn't know at all, since this is the case, he will find a way to set up a "new Wei Rongcuo".

It's hard to say whether it will succeed in the end, but it is finally a preventive shot for Song Liancheng.

Seeing Song Liancheng kneeling, He Yingwu slid on the ground with a dejected smile, leaned his back against the boulder, and patted the side gently: "Don't kneel, for so many years, it won't be." Sit down and tell me about the things I forgot!"

"Yes. Song Liancheng sat down like He Yingwu, "From ...... Where do you say that?"

"From ......" He Yingwu held his head high, looked at the flowing white clouds in the clear blue sky, and smiled tiredly, "Let's start with the ballad." ”

"Daode in the south, Xuantian in the north, and the clouds in the world.

Heavenly Demon Biluo Lingtai Temple, the sword god thinks of the great desolation. Song Liancheng sighed slightly.

"yes, yes, let's talk about it first, three years ago...... Immortal Ascension Conference, Daode Sect and Xuantian Sect!"

The two ballads, sung for thousands of years, are about the nine major forces in the atrium world: Daode Sect, Xuantian Sect, Taishang Qingyunmen, Heavenly Demon Sect, Biluo Palace, Lingtai Temple, Sword God Sect, Siyou Valley, and Great Wilderness.

Eternal Overlord Daodaozong;

the second Xuantian Sect of 10,000 years;

The source of the avenue, the beginning of the mystery, the door of the gates, the green clouds;

Immortal and Immortal Heavenly Demon Sect;

The cold moon is plain and the palace is blue;

Spend all living beings in the Lingtai Temple;

Sword Dao is unparalleled, the grass slashes the stars, and the Sword God Sect;

treacherous and troubled times, unpredictable valleys;

The land of the demons in exile, the great desolation.

......

The boulder blocked the wind, Song Liancheng said slowly, He Yingwu listened quietly, occasionally interspersed with "um" sounds, "oh" sounds, and laughter, the two of them seemed to be chatting in a relaxed and happy manner.

The Immortal Ascension Conference three years ago was like a picture scroll, floating in front of He Yingwu......

So close......

So really......

So painful......

......

It was already late, and Song Liancheng had finished telling the legends of three years ago, and they got up and came to the peak.

Lu Banding, Qian Shutong, and Zhuang Gusun had already taken food from Jinjianmen, and everyone also chiseled stone walls and built stone houses, and there was a place to live at night.

Two illuminated balls gently sway in the wind, illuminating the peak.

"Sect Master, what else do you command?" Song Liancheng asked.

He Yingwu shook his head, "No." ”

"Okay, rest after eating! This stone house on the top of the peak is for you, and there are three thick quilts in it, which should be able to protect against the cold. Song Liancheng said.

"Good. He Yingwu said and bent down and took a meal, "I'll take it back to the house to eat, you all rest, tomorrow's business, tomorrow's business, tomorrow's talk." Oh yes......"

He paused as he spoke, and seemed to take a long breath of cold air: "Tonight, everyone will rest under the mountainside, and no one or any situation shall come up to disturb him." Got it?"

Everyone was slightly stunned, obviously there was a dug stone cave not far away, not to be used?

But no one dared to question it, and they all nodded yes.

"In this way, it will trouble Elder Song. He Yingwu bowed his hand slightly.

"Sect Master, rest well!" Song Liancheng said as he bent down.

......

He Yingwu's stone house is at the top of the peak, most of it is made of bluestone, which is quite rough, but fortunately, the area is large enough, and it looks strong and dense enough, and it is not a problem to block the wind and cold.

Closing the door, the howling of the cold wind suddenly became quieter, but much lower.

Through the gap, through the light of the snow, seeing Song Liancheng with a group of people waiting away, He Yingwu sat on the stone bench with a dull gaze, and his chest gradually rose and fell.

His head was like a pot of porridge.

He Yingwu couldn't tell what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't think about anything, in short, when he picked up the dishes and chopsticks, the originally warm meal was already cold.

The porcelain bowl was handed to his mouth, and the chopsticks were inserted into the white rice, and He Yingwu began to pull into his mouth, mouthful after mouthful......

Bite after bite......

Bite after bite......

His mouth was stuffed, he chewed mechanically but didn't know how to swallow, his eyes widened in confusion, and hot tears fell down the spilled rice......

The porcelain bowl had already bottomed out, and he was still clattering and pulling, as if only in this way could he slightly relieve the emptiness of losing his soul......

Wow...... Wow......

Somehow, he stopped, threw up, and the rice was scattered all over the floor.

The corners of his mouth were full of rice grains, and he staggered to the stone bed, curled up like a boiled prawn, stiffly pulled up the thick quilt, and wrapped himself tightly.

He seemed to be out of breath, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, leaving only a small gap, and he struggled to squeeze out a trace of painful wail......

Aha......

Song Liancheng's calm voice echoed in He Yingwu's mind for a long time:

“...... The sky is dark, and the nine peaks collapse......"

......

"Ling Jingran, a real person of Taixu, stubbornly defended the Shaking Light Peak, scattered the Yuan Shen, slashed the enemy three thousand six with one sword, and died of exhaustion......"

......

"He Luoyi, the real person of Tianji, was attacked by the silver needle of Jingxu, injured his eyes, fell off a deep cliff, and did not know what to ......do."

......

"The long winter real dragon is frozen strong, a silver gun looks at the atrium, invincible in close combat, but he can't escape the wheel battle, legend has it that he resists the true immortals of the fairy world, and he does not retreat half a step on the Yinyuan Peak, but after all, he ...... The silver spear was broken, and the remnant soul sank into the sand......"

......

"Ziyang Zhenren Li Shizhen, on the orders of the Zhangjiao, wants to escape with the elixir magic weapon, in order to keep the fire for the Daode Sect...... Escape for 2,000 miles, life and death are unknown......"

......

"Changxia Zhenren Xia thundered, took his body as the eye of the formation, and urgently opened the great array of the Protector Sect, and the formation was broken...... People die ......"

......

"Changqiu Zhenren Autumn is ambiguous, sticking to Kaiyang Peak, killing countless enemies, and when he is exhausted, he detonates the strange fire of the Kaiyang leyline refiner, I am afraid that there will be death and no life......"

......

"Taixuan Zhenren Li Taiyi, scattered Yuan Shen, incarnated into the Taiji Array, protected the junior disciples to escape, but was killed and killed......"

......

"Although the Jade Void True Person is a female streamer, with the power of one person, the enemy of the five gods of the Xuantian Sect is a true person, and finally disappears in the ...... of the raging true fire."

......

"And the Daode Sect is in charge of the sect, Changchun Zhenrenqiu is in charge, and he will directly take the Chinese army, if it is not ...... There are true immortals in the immortal realm to stop it, I am afraid that Ling Chenzi's head has been removed, and the dragons of Xuantian Sect have no leader, and it is unknown whether they will turn defeat into victory...... It's a pity...... It's a pity ......"

......

"The foundation of the Daode Sect for ten thousand years, who would have thought that it would collapse in seven days, and the Nine Peaks would be almost flattened, and Kaiyang Peak would seem to have blown out a basin due to the explosion...... The flames are raging and the March is endless...... Legend has it that there are more than 30,000 people in the Daode Sect, and there are few escapees...... The multi-party forces that are attached to the Daode Sect have been scattered overnight......."

......

The wail squeezed out by He Yingwu was low and thin, not like a human voice:

"Master......"

"Aha......"

"Uncle ......"

It's like squeezing out all the broken hearts.

......

In the middle of the night, the wind blows the snow like sand and mist.

At the top of the nameless island, a figure faces south, thinking about morality, tears turn into ice, and he can't kneel for a long time.